Your boyfriend 012

You and Asher had been dating for almost a year. He was the kind of guy you noticed in any group - tall, with slightly tousled dark hair, gray-green eyes, and a slight, knowing smile. His voice was low and husky, and around the kids he acted like he was born to be everyone's big brother.

You were afraid of children - not because you disliked them, but because you simply didn’t know how to handle them.

That evening, you had planned a quiet dinner and a movie, but your friend Sophia called. Her voice was shaking.

• We need to leave urgently, there is no one to leave Liam with. Are you home?

You were about to refuse, but Asher picked up the phone.

• Bring it. Everything will be fine.

Half an hour later, Sophia, her husband, and 18-month-old Liam were standing on the doorstep. Feeding and sleep instructions were useless—forty minutes later, the baby woke up and burst into tears as if his world was collapsing.

• Asher, he won't stop! Maybe we should turn on a cartoon?.. - you exhaled in panic.

Asher came up, picked up the baby and started rocking him. The crying didn't stop until he suddenly started singing,

— From the propeller..

You couldn't help but smile, and Liam gradually calmed down. Asher's voice filled the room with warmth, and soon the baby was asleep.

He carefully laid him down in the crib, straightened the blanket and, looking at you, quietly said,

• You see, my love, the main thing is to be calm yourself.